The sun rose sprinting towards someday, and I am only just now catching up.
Sunday brought overripe peaches and virgin mimosas, and I fucked a stranger again.
Somewhere there are a lot of fathers crying in cold churches— hung heads, tie nooses,
and abuse is all too real.
Somehow before dinner you’ll manage to fall in love with the dagger slyly placed beside the dessert plate, and it will cut you
cherry red, tart so sweetly.
Sometimes it hurts, and you like it.
Sometimes it doesn’t hurt, and you go to sleep scared.
Every time you bleed, and the blood keeps bleeding
and the blood gets bloodier, and its pretty to look at.
For a long time I thought there was something wrong
until the wrong felt right,
until the dark looked bright,
so I turned the lights off and licked my fingers clean.When Everything Tastes Good But Nothing Is Filling | Derek Deyling (via thedbldee)
How weird it is to think I used to not know of your existence. I somehow lived my life without ever knowing you were a person. Once we met though, god I haven’t been able to get you out of my head since. It’s hard to imagine I used to be able to live my life without you consuming my head with thoughts.kmr (disastrous-heartache)
I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow
glass, but that comes later.
And the part where I push you
flush against the wall and every part of your body rubs against the bricks,
I’m getting to it."Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out" | Richard Siken (via thedbldee)
Fictional people are people, too, otherwise why would we care what happens to them?Nora Roberts, The Collector (via wordsnquotes)